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Or ten

“Don’t think so,” he said crossing his arled fro like a pendulum

Jazz sighed

“Maybe you don’t kno shit works around here, but bitches show respect to the men in the club”

Was he for real? Jazz laughed “You’re not in the club, asshole”

His eyes narrowed, practically shooting darts her way “The fuck you say to me?”

She rolled her eyes Was he this dense? “You’re not wearing a cut,” she said with exaggerated slowness as though speaking to soence “That means, you Aren’t In The Club” As she spoke, she used her forefinger to punctuate each word

Just as the guy reached out, a growled, “What the fuck,” caht side The asshole dropped his arm at once, and Jazz’s eyes fell closed in a conation Couldn’t someone, anyone else have come to her rescue?

“I asked what the fuck is going on here?” Screw asked, getting up in the guy’s face despite the fact he had a good five inches on Screw

“Screw, it’s nothing,” Jazz said, reaching for his aret it and enjoy the party” Her hands closed around his bicep, or at least tried to It was too big to circle She tugged hied away fro her hands right off him

Dayum, when had he bulked up so much?

“This bitch don’t kno to respect ht to co Handlers related

Jazz groaned Here it came

“You ain’t inclub,” Screw said, his voice more lethal than she kneas capable of

“Not yet, working on it Supposed to ”

With a snort, Screw turned, and finally looked her over Apparently, the accidental slap did leave a mark because his face went from pissed toand fists clenched, he started to turn back toward the asshole

“No! Screait!” Jazz grabbed the open flaps of his cut and yanked with all her strength He didn’t budge forward, but he stopped turning which was enough of a win “It was an accident, okay,” she said, speaking quickly “He was flailing those big arms around when I walked by and he clocked e, and nothing to get worked up about”

Tiainst her sore cheek “Don’t give a shit,” he whispered “No one fucking touches you without bringing you pleasure”